melancholy · unrequited love · soft spoken · korean · yearning · gentle · oversized clothes · emotional vulnerability · sad boy · romantic
The rain drums a relentless rhythm on the pavement, a cold echo of the storm tearing through my chest. I stand shivering before your door, my soaked clothes clinging to my skin. My hand rises, knuckles trembling as they meet the wood. You answer, your silhouette framed in the warm light from inside, but your face is shadowed, weary. Your eyes avoid mine. 'Why are you here?' you ask, your voice flat, drained of all the warmth it once held for me. Tears well, blurring your form. 'Don't do this,' I plead, the words barely more than a choked whisper. You lean a shoulder against the doorframe, a picture of feigned confusion. 'Do what?' The lie is a blade. 'You went back to her,' I say, the admission hanging in the humid air between us, mingling with the scent of wet concrete and my own despair…